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I was not expecting a whole FIC?? Okay this is so good and I'm LIVING for the rough concepts rn (possessive natasha..) the boundaries thing seems Sooo in character for her and the red room mention. i really love the red room mention (maybe she doesn't get saved like one on one by clint and instead gets free as a side consquence of shield taking down the red room?) because it really makes sense knowing good from bad but choosing bad just because, and the personality(?) contrast between Natasha's moods is so interesting as well💕

I feel so spoiled rn with this whole background analysis on a completely unrelated side note... can we platonically kiss in the rain and get married?🥰🧐 /j Also congrats btw you have managed to get me motivated to reread the WHOLE dark nat series again so that I can apply this background insight to their interactions🥲

the domestic realm

pairing: dark!nat/f!reader

summary:

“I’m hungry,” you mumble. “Go make me a sandwich.”

She scoffs, slipping her hand under your hoodie to scratch at your back. “You just set women back by, like, five decades.”

additional notes: sfw drabble, kidnapping, dark!nat but shes soft and lazy, stockholm syndrome central, dark domestic fluff redux

series: one, two, three, ao3

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last updated Tuesday, august 31 at 8:42pm

*= smut there probably wont be any top reader

not a of them Will have summaries

Natasha Romanoff x reader /wandanat x reader

@blooodwords

pt.1) gonna kill you if you don't beat me to it *

you never wanted to be an avenger. now that you’ve been one (quite reluctantly) for a while, things are changing. and Natasha’s finally starting to figure you out — for better or for worse.

pt.2) home of blood and bone *

Natasha pries her way into your past, into your biology, and into your future. and you let her.

@anubvs

pt1) Airmail cocktails

You work at a restaurant frequented by mafia members, so why have you never met the boss until now?

pt2) A single moment

You finally met the big boss of the mob you service at your restaurant, but can someone really change before it's too late?

tasha x r

@clueless-sapphic

cookie flavored Kisses

tasha x r

@twilight-99-tm

Natasha Romanoff x reader drabble *

Limits*

Word count< 1900

Natasha might have crossed a line.

tasha x reader

@spiritualchange

Bestfriendsmomnat x reader *

@sapphosvioletts

cramps

Word count<572

Do you think you could write a one-shot where Nat’s daughter has really intense periods, and Nat helping her through them? You can decide if she’s autistic or not.

Natasha Romanoff x teen daughter reader

birthday girl

Word count< 512

Natasha celebrates her daughters birthday

Natasha Romanoff x teen daughter reader

never alone

Word count< 2625

Natasha had taken the girl under her wing after they saved her from Hydra, she was practically her mom now and saw the girl as her daughter. When her daughter can’t stop the thoughts running through her mind, telling her she’s ungrateful, that she should be happy, she has everything now and she shouldn’t be feeling like this; she takes sleeping pills, maybe too many, just wanting those thoughts to stop and her mind to be quiet. Natasha finds her in that state and they have a talk. No shitty “someone loves you so your depression is better now” trope ending because that’s not how it works lol

Natasha Romanoff x teen daughter reader

not real

Word count< 1674

Natasha’s daughter had looked for Yelena everywhere, only to find her at her mother’s grave. They talk and Yelena promises to be there for her, as they both express their emotions with the recent events. During their meeting, the person they least expect to show up makes an appearance, although her daughter is having a hard time believing it’s real.

Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova x autistic teen reader

writeasrain

never tear us apart

tasha x nb! r

@wandaromanova

reality

Word count< 3500

Y/N and Natasha get off to a somewhat rocky start, but the pursuit of happiness is never smooth sailing.

tasha x reader

my hero

Word count< 1100

Natasha comes home from a mission and is moved by what she finds.

tasha x reader

my babies

Word count<1000

Natasha gets a surprise visit from her two favorite people in the world.

tasha x reader

stress relief*

Word count<2500

Y/N had a rough day training some new recruits. She ends up relieving her stress, but not in the way she expected.

Natasha Romanoff x reader

pt1) mile high club*

Word count<2100

Y/N and Natasha have an eventful trip home after a mission.

pt2) I told you*

Word count<1800

Natasha is a woman of her word.

tasha x reader

Wake up call*

Word count<2000

Natasha comes up with the perfect wake-up call for her girlfriend.

tasha x reader

reward*

Word count<2000

The aftermath of teasing is the greatest reward.

tasha x reader

pt1) masterpiece

Word count<3500

The aftermath of teasing is the greatest reward.

pt2) breathtaking

Word count< 2000

tasha x reader

all along

Word count< 2300

Natasha takes training a little too seriously and ends up hurting her crush, Y/N L/N, but maybe the situation isn’t as bad as it seems.

tasha x reader

domestic type

Word count<1100

The Avengers need a safe house to lay low in. Luckily, Natasha knows the perfect place.

tasha x reader

new favorite

Word count<1100

Y/N sees a spider that reminds her of her famous girlfriend; The Black Widow

tasha x reader

flawed

Word count<4500

There’s a silver lining to Wanda’s unfaithfulness.

tasha x reader

@thesecretwriter

pt1) tension *

A night out with your friends, drinks and truth or dare leads to the woman on your mind being rather possessive of you, you’re finally getting what you want.

pt2) tension *

After calling it a night, Natasha asked you to take her home, upon arriving at her apartment, she tells you to come up with her. What does she have in mind?

tasha x reader

Daddy Nat*

While at another one of Tony’s parties, Natasha finds herself watching your interactions with Carol while she was with Steve, Bucky and Sam. While you and Natasha have been together for 2 years, Carol still flirted with you, yet you didn’t really flirt back. You just continued to be normal. An hour after watching you and Carol from afar, Natasha takes you to your shared room to remind you who you belong to.

tasha x reader

@winterwidow17

spreading your Wings

Word count< 745

Y/n wings are cramping up but the team has never seen them. She doesn't wanna cause a scene, but Natasha has a solution.

tasha x reader

@agentofbarnes

can I touch you*

Petal asking if she can kiss/suck/bite Nat's tits. C-can I touch?

tasha x reader

@starsvck

pt1) diet mountain dew*

drugs and alcohol are involved, you and Natasha need to pee, which somehow led to the two of you fucking in Tony’s bed.

pt2) diet mountain dew*

Natasha apologizes for what she did at the part

Ketonok(series masterlist) *

she’s way older than you but that doesn’t seem to be a problem for the both of you when she decides to fuck you one day. nsfw. older!nat, younger! Reader.

tasha x reader

@officialcharactersimp

helping hand(s)*

word count<800

step moms Wanda and Nat come home to find their 19 year old touching theirself and moaning Wanda and nats names? (reader has a vagina and is a huge bottom)

wandanat x reader

nervous breakdown

nervous breakdown; reader is v upset; Wanda taking care of reader; no smut; sadboi hours for reader

Wanda x reader

graduation gift(on going series)

pt1) graduation gift

word count<2800

pt2) you break beautifully

word count<2000

pt3) progress until punished

word count<2200

pt4) mending & amends

word count<3000

You never liked your stepmother, but you never expected her to do anything like this

darktasha x reader

@agentofbarnes

widows bite

Natasha Romanoff showed you a whole new world when you thought for sure that you were going to be stuck at dead end forever.

tasha x reader

@nermalina

mommy Nat blurb

professor/mommy! Nat explaining things to sub! Reader in class and reader 100% gets it. once readers goes into little space at home Nat tries to explain things differently

mommy tasha x reader

@kingpreciouswrld

Why Would you do that

Word count<1200

can you write reader being the big,bad scary soldier and Natasha is like head over heels for them and one day while the team is bonding Natasha boops their nose and everyone went quiet until reader says “…did you just boop me?do it again”

tasha x reader

@aquamarinescarlet

you Were blue

Word count<2300

Telling stories from your childhood with the Avengers brings some feelings to light.

tasha x reader

@yellowvxbes

late at night

word count<512

You can’t sleep and want to watch cartoons, while Natasha just wants to sleep.

tasha x reader

a little secret

word count<952

You had been keeping to age regression a secret from your girlfriend, but when she comes home unexpectedly, it can’t be a secret anymore.

Natasha Romanoff x reader

@seera-li

speak up baby*

word count< ?

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you. Or Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Natasha Romanoff x reader

@starksbabie

chronically in love with you

Nat takes care of a chronically ill reader.

tasha x reader

@wandaswifeyforlifey

just a risky move

word count< 713

You, Nat, Steve, Clint and Tony had just got off the Quinjet after a mission but Nat wouldn’t get off your back about a risky move you made during the fight

tasha x reader

@lilian-maximoff

Natty? where have you gone to?

word count< ?

Nat tries her best to catch Y/n's eye but in her mind, she fails, which causes Y/n to go looking for her little redhead.

Natasha Romanoff x reader

@arelyitsherec8

I've got issues

word count<?

Y/n started dating Natasha, it was very unexpectedly, but it had been so beautiful. But what happens when they move in together?

Natasha Romanoff x reader

@lostalioth

soft Kisses*

Word count<?

i just want the soft assassin to take care of me after fucking me senseless okay

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Wanda x reader

@officialcharactersimp

sissy Wanda(on going series)*

sissy

word count< 1400

You thought you hated your older stepsister, but you were very wrong

darkwanda x reader

if you go his series master list all the parts will be there

Yelena Belova x reader

@ynscrazylife

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Yelena struggles to deal with her girlfriend Y/N having a simple cold so she calls in reinforcements.

Yelena Belova x reader

Natasha Romanoff x reader(platonic) and Melina Vostokoff x reader(platonic)

@rachaelswrites

prank war

word count<822

Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader and Yelena Belova x teen reader

@kassies-take

death by duvet

Word count< 1638

After a night to remember, Yelena is left to clean the sheets. She has some trouble.

Yelena Belova x reader

@subdaddyfreyr

Because i Love you

Word count< 590

So basically Yelena Belova x reader where reader wants Yelena to know how much she loves her so she puts chocolate and surprises in the pockets of her vest and maybe even puts little notes in there

Yelena Belova x reader

The recruit(on going series(all parts should be linked in the first part)

team work is never in Yelena’s vocabulary but of course, her new job changes that.

Yelena Belova x reader

more to comes

Your tags are so funny LMAO I'm really happy you like the fic

Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina's posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕 Edit: I accidentally deleted this post and I'm gonna cry-

Asking for permission

The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy's breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha's thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

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"Mo-mommy please I can't take an-y more mmf!" Her hand had grasped the back of your head before shoving your mouth back into her breasts. The roughness and feigned carelessness sent tingles straight to your overstimulated and puffy pussy. Tears stinging at your eyes.

"Speak up baby, what was that?" You could hear the faint smugness and mocking confusion in mommy's voice as she turned up the vibrations with her phone. Your hips bucked and twitched, not sure if to move toward or away from the overwhelming sensation. Mommy's large strap pressing against your stomach.

You tried to answer but the only noises you could only make were some pathetic whimpers into mommy's chest, her moaning softly at the vibrations.

Natasha's soft hands reached down and began to expertly play with your breasts. Gentle fluttery movements at one moment, then groping and tweaking your nipple roughly in her hands. "I can feel how wet you are slut, gonna cum sweet heart?"

The warm tingling pleasure grew more as something coiled and squeezed in your tummy. Your hips with a mind of their own desperately ground down against mommy's thigh, pushing the vibrator harder against your clit and deeper inside you. Slick smearing against Natasha's creamy skin. Bright sparks burst behind your eyes as your body trembled.

Mommy's touch shoved you harshly over the edge. Sobbing as overwhelming pleasure swamped you, your pussy spilling cum and squirting all over Mommy's thigh. Tears streaked down your flushed cheeks.

The incessant whirring of the vibe sent sharp overstimulated pleasure pain straight to your swollen clit as you wailed, trying to push off the toy unsuccessfully. You tried shifting your arms to remove the toy only to find them immobilised. Natasha frowned playfully and tutted, hands grasping your hips and lifting you into the air easily. Your stomach swooped with the unexpected motion.

She brought you down on her forgotten strap, the toy being forced in along with the vibrator. Mommy's cock shoved the vibe harder against your g spot, a near painful squeezing knot reappearing in your tummy.

The strap stretched you wide open, you could feel the silicon pressing firmly against your walls. Waves of pleasure tumbled and crested over your body as Natasha's hips rolled smoothly into yours. Your mouth parted as you whined noiselessly. Not so fast, we aren't done yet Kotenok."

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I Spy

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: This is based entirely on the fact that it’s Lesbian Visibility Week and I like both puns and cute girls wearing glasses. As such, it’s all a little bit of nonsense. Also, entering it into @slutfornat’s fic contest before I chicken out.

There was always more with Natasha than what met the eye. Not every pattern you could spot or even explain, but you liked to try.

There were little behaviours, the smallest of quirks that hinted more at her personality than any of the careful phrases she’d given you about herself since you joined the team.

It started when you noticed the way that Natasha would read a mission report; always at arm’s length. It gave her this air of nonchalance that you found immediately attractive. Natasha would give the details a cursory glance, barely lifting the file from the desk before placing it back. From those few seconds, she could reiterate the mission outline to anyone. You’d checked. Soon enough, you had stopped bothering to study your own mission file at all during meetings.

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Oh gods this is so good my heart is melting😭 This really helped some of my insecurities and Scarlet is so sweet💕💕 You managed to convey emotion really well I honestly felt anxious before the premiere- I love this

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Based on this lovely request. Please note this talks about body insecurity and also coming out. There are also sexy scenes :)

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You didn’t know why Scarlett loved you, but you trusted that she did. You didn’t always love yourself. Kindness was easier with others than it was for yourself.

All the first moments between you and Scarlett had been hesitant. You’d met through friends, there’d been group dinners, nights at bars. You’d liked her smile, but you didn’t let yourself consider it.

You hadn’t known she liked women. Noone had. When she’d taken your hand the first time, in the back of the taxi cab, the movement had been rushed. Her eyes had been focused forward, but you’d caught her shallow breaths. There’d been a heartbeat of a moment, you’d felt everything hang in the balance. Then, you’d squeezed her hand back. 

Scarlett had turned to face you, eyes wide. Her cheeks had shimmered golden with the glow of the night time traffic. She’d looked briefly surprised, and then, abruptly she’d looked scared. You’d held her gaze as you smiled.

Scarlett had searched your eyes for a long moment before she’d smiled back. But, she did smile back.

You left the taxi cab together.

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>:D Hehe

Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina ’s posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕

Asking for permission

The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy’s breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha’s thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

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Thank you! :) I'm happy to hear that💕

At Her Altar, As Her Worship

Ever since your turning you have been succumbing to the cold. Your faithful mentor and vampiric 'mother,' Natasha would never allow it to happen.

Warnings: General blood themes because of vampires, Natasha gets bitten consentually on the breast by reader, reader drinks breast milk and blood, reader sucks on Natasha's breasts, no pronouns are used for reader, reader gets called little love, fluffiness, gave me a cavity💕

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

Also in case it wasn't clear Natasha is reader's 'mother'(?) in this cause Nat turned them so she takes care of them :)❤️

The warmth from Natasha's skin felt as though it was sinking into your lips and aching fangs, warming the perpetual chill inside you. Her long soft red hair brushes against your cheeks.

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From your position buried in Natasha's neck you couldn't see her face, but the sweet lilt to her low humming said that Natasha was content. A callused hand gently cups the back of your head, before deft fingers begin to smooth down your baby hairs.

You could smell the sweet detergent clutching to her bare chest, a fluttery kiss pressed to your temple. The soft crackling of the ridiculously large victorian fire place popped gently in your ears as your head perks up shyly. Natasha's fond smile growing at the sight, her lullaby tapering off.

"Go on little love, just like how I taught you." The feeling of her full, plush breasts pressed against your shoulder and neck sent a warm flush to your ears.

You are guided toward her chest and pink perky nipples, your lips parting hesitantly. Gleaming fangs gently pierce the milky skin around her nipple before your mouth suckles on her breast. Warm blood with a slight tang and sweet milk flows into your awaiting mouth.

The unrelenting sour hunger finally eases and warmth flows into your previously stiff and chilly fingers. Eyes flutter as your mind grows warm, hazy and sleepy. Natasha rubs your back affectionately, beginning to hum another lullaby.

Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina ’s posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕

Asking for permission

The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy’s breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha’s thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

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Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina ’s posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕

Asking for permission

The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy’s breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha’s thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

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Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina ’s posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕

Asking for permission

The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy’s breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha’s thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

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Actually leaves me speechless, n smiling.😏

Happy Birthday, Doll

A gift for Beka (@impala-dreamer). I hope you have an amazing day. You are kind, talented, and beautiful. I appreciate your friendship so much.

🎉💐Happy Birthday!💐🎉

Summary: Bucky has a special surprise planned for her. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 1,608 Warnings: Fluff Beta: None Credits: Divider by @firefly-graphics; photo source: (x); Banner made by me.

Pulling the front door open, your greeting is curbed by your sharp inhale. The man standing before you is a sight to behold. It’s rare that you see him in a suit, so you take your time admiring the way the jacket and shirt hug his shoulders and chest, how the trousers fit snugly around his thighs and then taper to skim the tops of his shoes—perfectly tailored to fit his muscular form. His squared jaw sports the soft scruff you adore, and steel blue eyes shine with mischief as they roam over your figure. The tip of his tongue wets perfect pink lips as his smile widens.

“You look stunning.”

It’s said softly, tinged with awe, but the deep throatiness is like a bassline thrumming through your veins, plucking you from stupor. Your smile grows to match his. “Thank you. So do you.”

Bucky leans in to give you a lingering, heady kiss. Knees ready to buckle from a lack of oxygen when he finally releases your mouth, you latch onto his vibranium arm to steady yourself. 

Resting a hand on your hip to further support you, he asks, “You ready to go?”

“You know,” you say, looking up and giving him a pouty little smile, “we could just stay here.”

“Nice try, but I want to take my girl someplace special for her birthday.” He spins you around and reaches for the wrap you’d tossed over the arm of the couch.

You huff but turn to wink at him over your shoulder. He takes the opportunity to playfully nip your ear before draping the fabric around you. Once he ensures you will be warm enough, the two of you head out. As you exit the compound's front door, you ask, “So, where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see soon enough.” Gently gripping your elbow, he turns you to face him. “But it’s a surprise.” In his free hand, he’s holding a dark navy strip of silk.

Sucking in a breath, your eyes widen. “Seriously?”

“Yes.” A simple, firm statement, but when you chew on your lip, he adds, “If you’re okay with it.”

Your hesitation isn’t due to wearing a blindfold. It’s just that you would rather go back upstairs and use it in the confines of your bedroom. His wavering smile prompts you to quickly reply, “Yes,” then lean in to give him a slow, sweet kiss before turning your back to him. 

Bucky places the soft fabric over your eyes, and you raise your hands to hold it in place as he ties it around your head. “Does it feel okay?” he asks, shifting to stand in front of you. Nodding, you drop your hands, and he kisses your forehead. “All right, don’t move.”

You hear the car door open, and then he’s back at your side, guiding you to the vehicle and helping you inside. It’s an odd feeling not being able to see the road in front of you or the scenery passing by, but Buck holds your hand for the entire drive, asking about your day and telling you about his, never letting your destination slip. No matter how many times you try to trick him into telling.

Stumbling as the tips of your heels sink into the soft terrain, you huff, “Why’d you ask me to get dressed up if you were planning on taking me hiking?”

Despite your slight annoyance, you’re grateful for the arm that slips around your waist to hold you close. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ve got ya.” Even though he can’t see it, you roll your eyes, but then his warm breath tickles your ear, sending a pleasant shiver through your body. “We’re almost there.”

Relaxing back into him, you let him shuffle you forward. You had failed miserably to keep your bearings from where you started. The drive hadn’t been too long, but there were several turns. And once he’d parked and helped you out of the car, there were too many stops where he distracted you with hungry kisses and sweet whispers in your ear. 

Your best guess is a park or a clearing in the woods. Pine, foliage, and fresh-cut grass scent the air. But why would you be out in the middle of the woods at this time of night? Nervous energy makes your breath hitch as you try to picture possible locations in your mind.

“Three more steps, and then stop.”

You do as instructed, and he releases your hand. Wherever you are is eerily silent, and so is Bucky. You strain to hear his breath, the soft whir of movement from his vibranium arm, or the hushed voices of your friends, but the only thing you hear is the gentle rustle of leaves and the far-off chirping of katydids. Your pulse kicks up, and your skin prickles with growing anticipation. 

While you had hoped to spend the evening alone with your boyfriend, you knew a couple of weeks ago that Bucky was arranging a surprise. It wasn’t clear exactly what he was planning, but he hadn't been very stealthy for a super soldier known for stealth. His teammates, usually very good with clandestine missions, were surprisingly bad at hiding their involvement. Sam was the worst. He’d been avoiding you for the last three days—walking out of rooms or literally turning to walk in the other direction if you were heading toward him in the hallway.

Bucky startles you from your thoughts when he grips your upper arms. Warm yellow light seeps over the top of the blindfold where it slipped from your last heated kiss. The opening notes of your favorite song float on the breeze.

“Buck?” 

He slips the fabric from your eyes and tucks it in his pocket while you blink to adjust to the change in illumination. Bucky stands before you, the light behind him forming a halo around his body. Cupping your cheek in his warm hand, he takes a moment to stare intently at you. “I hope you like it.”

With the minimal light at this angle, it’s hard to read the emotion in his eyes, but you can feel the uncertainty begin to radiate from him. Gripping the lapels of his jacket, you pull him toward you, whispering against his lips, “I love you,” before pushing up on your toes to capture his mouth with yours. Wrapping his arms around you to hold you close, he deepens the kiss. 

Right now, you couldn't care less about what he’s organized because he will always be the best birthday present you could ever receive. You are perfectly content to stay frozen in the moment forever. Loosening his hold, he dips back in for one more kiss and then steps aside, watching as you take in the sight in front of you.

An enormous tent sits on a round wooden platform beside a small lake. Fairy lights are strung over poles, creating a path to the structure's entrance. The tent flaps are tied back with flower-trimmed ribbons, and two decorative stumps serve as tables for candle-filled lanterns on either side of the entrance. The opening is large enough to take in most of the interior, which is filled with opulence like you’ve never seen. It’s like an entire apartment is set up in the space. 

Shocked, his name slips from your lips in a breath of reverence. “James.” 

“Want to go in and see the rest?” You frantically nod in approval but remain where you stand, slightly bouncing on the balls of your feet until a soft chuckle and cool metal gently placed at the small of your back nudges you forward.

With an excited cry, you rush into the tent, stopping at the foot of the large bed covered in pillows. Trailing your hand over the soft bedding, you kick off your shoes and scrunch your toes into the lush, deep-piled rug. The large chandelier hanging from the peaked roof and additional lanterns on side tables give the room a golden glow. Tears begin to well as you take in the rest of the space. A table set for two, a bar cart, and a mini fridge. The oversized cushions of the loveseat with a cashmere blanket gracefully thrown over the back and the large vase of your favorite flowers on the coffee table.

It’s beyond anything you had expected or imagined he might have been planning and a bit overwhelming. As you turn to face him, you notice the large, free-standing wooden frame near the entrance. Several wires are strung through the width of the frame, and individually clipped to the wires are envelopes in an array of sizes and colors—many, many envelopes.

Facing Bucky with a watery gaze, he gives you a soft smile and a nod. “Go ahead. Take a look.”

Opening the first envelope, you find a beautiful card with birthday greetings from one of your closest friends. The next one is from Sam, then another friend, and then another—cards and letters from friends from all over the world. When you sniffle, swiping at the stream of tears rolling down your cheek, Bucky steps up behind you and kisses the top of your head.

“I know how much you like celebrating with your friends, but I wanted you all to myself tonight. I thought …hoped this might be a good compromise.”

Nearly choking on the sob that wells in your throat, you spin and throw your arms around his neck and blubber, “It’s p- perfect,” as you bury your face in the front of his shirt.

He squeezes you tight in his embrace and whispers, “Happy Birthday, doll.”

A Turn In The Wrong Direction Driving takes ages, the roads to Kara looked like it'll go on forever. She hadn't slept for hours now. She had to find her. Her eyes began to fall, leaving her in a daze. Everything was shaky. "I can't rest now, I have to keep moving forward.." All of a sudden, CRASH! The front of her vehicle hit the end of a metal post keeping cars from falling off the edge and ending one's life, though the car didn’t stop but instead slid to its left due to the incline of the ground. The impact made Kara jump and hit her head hard on her car door. Darkness consumed her. In her mind she thought of water, the thought of the ocean sinking her slowly to the bottom. She wasn’t afraid of drowning, in fact she was rather calm, the sounds of the waves soothed her nerves making her forget reality in total. Forgetting her current situation in the real world. The feeling of water swishing around her, seeing the little bubbles of trapped air created from small fishes with their small fins swimming past her still body. But, deep in her psyche she knew this couldn’t be reality. She desperately wanted to ignore it and sleep in the cool water. The back of her head then started to pinch uncomfortably making her finally face that her fantasy was coming to an end, maybe even her own life would come to an end as well if she wasn’t careful. No, she couldn’t let herself go that easily, not even for this life to go on for infinity. She still had one last objective to be filled. Not only did the pain in her head get only worse but she felt a light touch on her neck. Not pressing too much for it to hurt the same but instead a tap as if something was trying to poke dead roadkill with a stick thinking it will magically come alive.. The darkness came back again, her breathing began to get raspy as she was pulled into reality once more. She breathed heavily, lightly opening her eyes she saw a figure that looked like her car, of course it was wrecked, but was on the ledge, about 8 or more feet above her. She couldn't open her door, she pressed against it keeping the wight steady as it was the only thing that was keeping it from falling with her in it. Though it could only hold it for so long. Hearing a few small rocks fall near the vehicle two hands grabbed rhe door prying it open and swiftly began to pick her body up and ran, she didn’t open her eyes as she didn’t want to see the tragedy of her mission being unsuccessful and only get much more difficult, but at least she didn’t die from her own vehicle. She heard an explosion in the distance behind her. The sound of metal crashing and and the smell of smoke from blazing flames. When she lightly opened her eyes she saw a little town in the distance...

My heart melted completely because of the fic! this is amazing. by the first line i was already simping over peter and the fic. This is sooooo cuteeeeee🥺❤️

Comforting lover

a/n: i am still on a hiatus but this has been in my drafts for like 6 weeks so i figured , why not? I didn't proofread too much. Gif isn't mine <3

Pairing: Peter Parker x gn! reader

warnings: shitty writing, minimal proofreading

w/c: 1,064

comforting lover

Peter knew you as if every little part of you was tattooed on his skin and even if you plastered on fake smiles and showed everyone the fake version of who you really are, Peter was the only one who saw through all the fake smiles because only Peter noticed that the sparkle in your eyes had faded away and it broke his heart. You were always such a bright light to the cruel world and Peter knew that you were too good for this world and it pains him to see the way you’re hurting but you don’t want to worry him but he’s so in love with you that he will always notice everything about you, especially the stuff you don’t expect him to notice.

Your cheeks were hurting from having to flash fake smiles at all your friends and MJ and Betty had picked up on it almost instantly because they know you but they figured that the last thing you needed was to have more attention on you on your emotional state, they just wished that you didn’t try to pretend that you’re okay when they can see the way your hands shake and the way your smile never reaches your eyes, like it normally does. MJ and Betty exchange a look with Peter and he nods because oh god, you look so out of it and he just wants to hold you and try to help you, he wants nothing more than to hold your hand and kiss you but that’s not what friends do and he can’t think about his unrequited feelings when his favorite part of his days is in pain.

The day had finally ended and you felt a sense of relief wash over you because you wanted to be left alone, to listen to Taylor Swift in your room, but Peter was not letting you walk away from him when he had to sit in silence and watch how every star in your eye was gone. “Y/n, let me walk you home”, Peter whispered softly as he grabbed your hand, and he tried to ignore the aching feeling in his chest that screamed at him about how right it felt to hold your hand under the yellow glow of the sun.

He pushed those thoughts down as he attempted to make terrible science puns that would cause his insides to melt when he saw your face light up in vibrant hues as you threw your head back as you laughed but you didn’t even smile and he knew that something was not right, he could feel the sadness draining the happiness out of you and it killed him. He didn’t want you to feel obligated to tell him, but you were his best friend that he was in love with, he wanted you to know that you could tell him anything even if you were scared, he would never judge you, not ever.

You faced the entrance to your apartment and your frown deepened when Peter’s super hearing picked up on the sounds of other voices and he understood that you wanted to be alone and he battled his own thoughts before he whispered, “trust me” to you and he didn’t give you a chance to protest as he dragged you all the way to Central Park, he smiled goofily as he could see that little sparkle in your eyes start to return.

“Hey there, I know you’re not doing well and you don’t need to tell me, but I am here if you want to talk, but I brought you here because I wanted to cheer you up! Enjoy the show,”, Peter exclaimed as he scrolled through his playlist that he made for you, and your head snapped up when you heard the familiar tune of “Ribs” by Lorde, and your heart soared, this was your favorite song, and he remembered. Peter remembered everything about you as if his life depended on it, and if he was being honest, you were worth remembering. Peter was pulling you along and he encouraged you to let loose a little and you closed your eyes and let yourself dance.

Dancing with Peter was your freedom, to dance felt like you were a caged bird who had finally found a way out. You let yourself get lost in the movements and the feel of Peter’s hands in yours, you felt as if you were learning how to breathe for the first time, it felt so refreshing. You opened your eyes, and laughed with Peter as the rain poured down on both of you; your clothes were drenched, but neither of you seemed to care. You danced with Peter as he twirled you under the droplets that littered your skin like fresh tears and it was only when you felt yourself start to shiver that you were brought back to reality. Peter’s coffee-colored eyes glistened in adoration as he wrapped his jacket around you and held you closer to him and you didn’t even know that you spoke but as soon as the words left your mouth, you felt like the world had stopped turning. “I’ve always wanted a kiss in the rain”, You blurted out and Peter stopped short next to you and he was a stuttering mess and you looked at him expectantly. He grabbed your face, and kissed you as Lorde’s lyrics floated into the background. Peter was kissing you.

Peter’s lips have always fascinated you and you loved to watch the way he spoke, and even if you didn’t understand what he was saying, it was Peter and that was enough. You could have never imagined what it was like to feel his soft lips on yours; it was heaven and you didn’t want to be disconnected from them. You could feel the love songs that Peter’s heart sung as he kissed you with the words of a million unsent love letters.

Peter pulled away from you and looked at you with adoration that he had never hid from you, but you were too busy admiring Peter to notice that he had always been in love with you, and he always will be. You had an awful day but the sound of Peter’s laughter, the way he held you and kissed you with unwavering love, it had finally brought that color back into your life.

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